Kid Stuff, Right? Bk. 01

Every one in this tale of incest is 18+.

Kid stuff, Right? Book 1

My twin Sister and I have been a match in our tastes, our morals, even what sports we played, and quite a bit in our looks. You might call us competitive when bullies beat my ass up at thirteen, and my Sister tried to help. We sat in the school’s office, waiting for our Mom to arrive with two ice packs on our black eyes. We were a matched set. Our Mom put us in a mixed martial arts school; we put in five years of hard work. Our MMA school was odd; there were no medals with ribbons or trophies, and what we learned was worth ten of any belt.

Our fight school trained us to try and be better and never quit. Our next schoolyard brawl was quite the affair. Someone called the police, and so were ambulances; it ended as fast as it began. A boy followed my sixteen-year-old twin Sister into the bathroom at our third private school in a year. Deb flashed me a hand sign needing help. I observed three of his friends follow him into the girl’s restroom.

I stepped in, the tough guy says. “You came in to save your sister from me?”

I kicked one boy’s knee hard, feeling something crack, and kicked another in the face to another crack. I say. “Nope, I came for your boys; my Sister will kick your ass.”

You did; the school permanently kicked us out because my sweet Sister broke the kid’s nose, wrist, and ribs. Of course, it had nothing to do with a busted jaw, two busted kneecaps, and a cracked sternum I caused. It forced Mom to home school us. We had a full day, eight hours of classes, field trips, and an hour for lunch with coffee with snacks anytime. Our day started at nine, breaking for lunch with a green salad with protein. We had an entire workout, followed by Mom doing Tai Chi thrice a week. We trained in our home gym/garage for two hours a day before or after classes getting Mom to put in an hour every other day, but boy, it showed on Mom she was looking hot.

Wait, pardon me; I’ve neglected to tell you about us it’s 2001. I’m Danny Andrew Bogart, or Dan to my Sister. I’m eighteen. I am the oldest by ten minutes; I stand six foot two and one hundred ninety pounds. My twin and I share the same blond hair and blue eyes, just like our Mom, we think; we see boxes of blond hair dye in the trash. My Sister Deborah Ann, or my nickname for my Sister, is Deb. Your 34-26-36 body was a knock out; you stand six foot one and weigh one hundred and thirty-eight pounds. Your breast is not large, but her nipples are, as I soon would discovered.

My Mom, a widow, and our Dad, Danny Sr., died in a wreck with a drunk policeman in his SUV; the lawsuit paid for the house. So it is enough to live on without Mom having to work. Mom is an inch shorter than Deb at six feet and maybe one hundred and forty pounds. She’s built 36d-32- 34 with blond hair and blue eyes. However, before today, I have never seen my Mom nude. I saw her today; it was an honest mistake; my Sister was in our Jack and Jill bathroom then. Damn it that sounds sick; let me tell you what happened. I woke late Friday morning; it was a weekly thing for me late night online video games, an MMORPG (Massively multiplayer online role-playing game.) on Thursday nights.

The odd thing about my Sister and myself is that having alone time does not mean being alone. It means we were in the same room together or close enough to touch casually.

Running late for the day, knowing our Mom was up waiting for us downstairs with breakfast ready as it was every day. I went to the Moms master bathroom; the shower was off. The bathroom design was an L, and I was standing in the bathroom pulling my Tee and gym shorts off, unable to see into the shower. So I walked around the corner to the shower. Two things happened at once as I stepped into the shower. OK, three things happened; my Mom, Cindy Ann, was in the shower. First, her nude body was unbelievable; we saw each other as the water started. Second, I froze, unable to think or move. The third thing was how hard I became, unable to move or talk. Finally, a moan escaped my lips. Mom’s eyes got wide, as did mine.

I hear my Mom say. “Damn, Danny, your Sister is in your shower?”

Still unable to talk, my hard cock made my head nod yes.

Mom says. “Your eyeful is going to get you grounded, mister but damn son, you err quite the catch, your beautiful.”

My brain says grounded for looking, naw hell no, I say. “If I’m grounded, Mom, it will be for something more than just looking.”

I stepped into the shower, took Mom’s loofah sponge, added soap to it, and I was washing Mom’s back. I did your buttocks, afraid to think it was your ass I was touching. I cleaned your legs, hanging the sponge up, and used my hands, not getting close enough not to bump my dick into your tight ass. Your moans started as I did your neck and back. I have not heard a no yet. I did your legs with my hands, then your feet. I went up your legs and stopped just before your pussy. Now it was my turn to moan.

I handed you the loofah and started washing my chest, and I say. “Anything else, and I am unsure I could keep it PG-17. Do my back, Mom; that was wonderful. I’m happy to burn in hell now, Cindy; your moans tell me I’m not grounded. Please do my back, dear. How does something this intimate and forbidden make me feel so close to you, Mom?

It’s not lust; look at me, Mom. I not hard anymore.”

I turned, and you looked down as your hands soaped me up, and now my moans started as you washed my hard ass. Mom moaned again as you moved to me, your hot wet soapy breast rubbed against my back. I feel your hands on my chest, twisting my nipples to moans. Your hands wash my flat stomach; your hand holds my seven-inch semi-hard cock. We both moan. I was so excited I came after just a few strokes. I turned Mom around and washed your breast. My still hard cock was rubbing your tummy as it bounced as my hands washed you.

I run my hands up from your knee. I feel your heat off as my hands touch your lower lips. Your juices were hot on my fingers. I slid my fingers around your pussy, moving your lips to your moans. Your pussy opened I slid two fingers in you were still tight. I bit your neck as my fingers worked your hot clit as my other hand teased your nipples. You arched your back. I kissed your cold mouth as your legs shook, and I had to hold you up as you came hard. Your kisses got weak as you had trouble standing up.

I say. “I know you are lonely; you haven’t dated since we started homeschooling. I adore you, Cindy. You came harder than me; I guess you’re grounded as well, but I’m sorry, I don’t feel like we’re going to burn in hell for doing it.”

Mom says. “Damn, your hands are skilled; you do this for your Sister?”

I say. “I would if asked, but I have one rule if she wants me, she has to make the first move. So far, we were happy with just casually touching. I would love you both if the rest of our lives were just us three; it would be heaven.”

Mom says. “Baby, you’re still hard; let me help you, Hon.”

Mom started to wrap your hands around my hard cock. I say. “No time, Mom, I’m fine; we’re running late; we don’t need to simultaneously show up with big smiles.”

I grabbed a kiss with a tug on your breast and left, putting my robe on, running to my room, skipping a shave and dressed in sweats with a tee-shirt, putting my shoes on, and started coffee downstairs.

Deb comes up, hugs me from behind, and says. “Your glowing Dan, perfect wet dream Hon?”

I started to answer but thought about what to say; we never once held back truths. Mom came down the stairs like Deb did, with a bounce and a spring in her step. My Sis kissed my cheek, and you started getting eggs out; Mom came in and kissed Deb first, then me. Our Mother said nothing; she has seen us hug and kiss every day since we were five. After breakfast, we cracked the books, opened a laptop, took notes, and watched two videos on the subject matter. Finally, Mom left us for the store to get the week’s food. As the car leaves the driveway, Deb jumps on my lap.

You start chewing my ear, a wet tongue in my ear as you trail wet kisses down my neck, and you say. “I’m not stopping till you talk or I hear a car drive up. I feel how hard I’m making you, dear Brother, now spill it.”

I moaned from the heat my Sister was causing as I say. “I walked in on Mom naked in the shower. You were in our shower. I was naked as I walked in. Mom turned the water on we saw each other. I was hard seconds after seeing her. Mom says. I was grounded.”

“I thought grounded for looking. I made it worth it. I washed her back, and then she washed mine, then she washed mine and made me come. I washed hers and made her come. Now were are both grounded.”

Deb looked sad at me, kissed my lips, and we locked lips for ten minutes; as you squirmed in my lap, you felt my hot hard cock throb against your hot ass.

You moaned and say. “Dan, you could do that to me any time, my brother; why have you not?”

I say. “You have to come to me. I’m the weak one. I’ll have done it years ago when your breast appeared almost overnight, Deb. But I had a promise I made to myself never to be first; you have to come to me.”

Deb kissed me again and says. “Dan, back the film up on the laptop and start it again; you know how Mom tests us extra hard on the films we watch.”

I giggled, moved my hips, moving my hard cock on your ass, and say. “You said extra Hard!” Laughing out loud.

We heard Mom’s car in the driveway, and the garage door opened. We got up, running to the door as I took a second to flick my dick between my balls and shaft with my index finger and thumb like you flick someone’s ear; it works in seconds. As Deb went in, I brought in the week’s food. We chatted about our dates tonight. Mom thought it was a double prom date, but we had something entirely different planned, or so we thought.

Getting back to studying, Mom let us break early to get ready for our dates. Stir fry was what we had; it was so good we cleaned our plates and as I was doing the dishes. I kept thinking, looking at Deb as if she was naked; you caught me looking twice, and you came over and kissed my cheek in case Mom was looking.